Buried Truth

Book 1: Siren Cove Novel

by Jannine Gallant

Genres: Crime Fiction; Psychological Thrillers; Suspense

Synopsis

Visit Siren Cove, Oregon, for gorgeous beaches, miles of hiking, delightful small-town shops—and a dark side none of its residents could have possibly imagined . . . Leah Grayson has lived in Siren Cove all her life. It’s where she buried a time capsule with her fifth-grade class. Where she spent an unforgettable night on the beach with her first love. Where she married then divorced her rotten ex. But there’s something ugly going on in her pretty little town. When Leah organizes a reunion for her fifth-grade classmates to open their time capsule, they discover a roll of film no one remembers saving. Afterward, strange incidents begin happening. Warnings. Accidents. Random acts of vandalism. Luckily, her first love is back in town, too. Ryan Alexander has made it big with a wildly popular social media startup, but he’s still the same sweet, cynical man she fell for all those years ago. And the chemistry they felt as teenagers is as strong as ever. A nostalgic fling turns deadly when someone is convinced Leah has the key to secrets long buried. With no way to know whom they can trust, Leah and Ryan will have to seek out the answers themselves . . . “ Every Move She Makes will have you looking over your shoulder long after the lights go out.” —Nancy Bush, New York Times bestselling author “Jannine Gallant gives you a satisfying read.” —Kat Martin, New York Times bestselling author "Jannine Gallant is a talented author who knows how to grab your attention and keeps the suspense in high gear until the end.” — RT Book Reviews, 4 Stars, on Buried Truth

Release date: January 30, 2018

Publisher: Lyrical Press

Print pages: 385

Sample

The day from hell was finally over.

Leah Grayson locked her classroom door, fist-pumped the air, then moonwalked backward down the hallway. “Fri-day. Fri-day. Fri . . . day.” Her chant ended with a thump as she landed on her heels and met the amused gaze of her coworker as he exited the room beside hers.

“Someone’s happy it’s the weekend.” Sloan Manning tucked a bulging file folder under one long arm before he joined her in the hall. “Not a good sign when the school year is only a few weeks old.”

A rueful grin tweaked her lips. “Carina Harris’s mom brought in cupcakes for her daughter’s birthday. The kids were bouncing off the walls all afternoon.”

“There’s nothing quite like the unharnessed energy of ten-year-olds on a sugar high.”

Leah’s leather sandals slapped against the tile floor as she lengthened her stride to keep up with him. “The birthday party was just icing on the cake—so to speak. I already had my students all wound up with plans to bury a new time capsule after we dig up our old one. The kids are super excited to find out what we put in that box twenty years ago. I promised to bring it in to show them after the reunion.”

Sloan stopped beside the drinking fountain and turned to face her. His gray eyes darkened behind steel-rimmed glasses. “You still intend to open the capsule we buried when you were a student in my class?”

She nodded. “You bet. Nina, Paige, and I conducted an online poll of classmates we’re connected to on Crossroads. Everyone who responded thought unearthing it now was a great idea.”

He shoved his free hand into his pocket. “I hate to see you reveal the contents this soon. I always pictured someone excavating that box in a hundred years, not twenty.”

“We’ll all be dead by then.” She gave his plaid shirtsleeve a poke. “Besides, I doubt the items a bunch of fifth-graders deemed worthy of saving would have much historic significance.”

“You’re probably right.”

“Mostly, we’re using the time capsule as an excuse to have a class reunion. I’m off to meet Nina and Paige for cocktails and a final organizing session. Since we’re planning the event as part of the Fall Festival, we hope to have a good turnout.”

“I’m sure you will.” He set off again, taking the corner leading toward the double front doors at a fast clip.

She hurried to catch up. “We’ll send you an invitation, of course. After all, the original idea was your brainchild.”

He paused near the wide front counter, deserted at this hour. “I wouldn’t mind seeing what your classmates made of themselves, but damned if it won’t make me feel ancient.”

“Not a chance. You’re still the same cool teacher we loved back in the day.” She flashed a quick smile then glanced at her watch. Almost five. “Oops, I’d better get moving or I’ll be late.”

Leaning forward, he held the door open for her. “Leah?”

She glanced back as a gust of wind off the ocean blew her long hair around her like a curtain flapping in the breeze. “Yes?”

He hesitated then shrugged. “Enjoy your evening.”

“I’m sure we will. Have a nice weekend, Sloan.”

With a nod, he headed toward the parking lot while Leah ran down the steps to pull her pink cruiser out of the bike rack attached to the brick wall of the school. She slung the strap of her oversized purse across her chest, tucked the loose hem of her skirt beneath her, then set off, only to coast to a stop beside the pole where the janitor was lowering the flags.

“Hey, Jesse, how’s it going?”

Her former classmate turned with the stars and stripes draped over one arm in blatant disregard for proper flag-folding procedure. “No worse than usual.”

“How’s your dad?”

His perpetual scowl lightened. “He finished his last round of chemo a while back. The doc says he’s cancer-free.”

“That’s wonderful news. Is he returning to work soon? I’ve missed all his corny jokes. No one tells a knock-knock joke like Edgar Vargas.”

Jesse snorted. “Yeah, my old man’s a riot. Pop hopes to start working again in a couple of weeks. When he does, I won’t have to fill in for him anymore and can find something a whole lot better.”

“Well, give him my best.” She pushed off then put her foot down again. “I don’t know if you heard, but we’re planning a fifth-grade class reunion to open the time capsule we buried.”

His heavy brows drew together in a frown. “Why would you want to waste your time doing that?”

“Mostly it’s an excuse to see friends we haven’t hooked up with in years. I hope we can count on you to come.”

“I doubt any of my compadres will show up.” He made quick work of folding the flag into triangles and tucked it beneath his arm. “We didn’t exactly hang out with the same crowd since I’m from the wrong side of the tracks and all.”

Leah rolled her eyes. “That ‘poor me’ crap isn’t going to fly, Jesse. We don’t have any tracks in Siren Cove.”

A slight smile curled his full lips. “You know what I mean.”

“I do, but it’s a lame excuse.” She glided away. “See you Monday.”

Peddling into the wind as she headed toward the downtown area of her hometown, Leah cruised past the park and community swimming pool, then turned onto the main drag lined with shops and restaurants catering to the tourist trade that kept their economy afloat. As she approached Old Things, her friend’s antique shop, Paige Shephard stepped outside and waved.

Leah braked to a stop and leaned over to give her a hug. “Good, I’m not late.”

Paige grinned, her blue eyes sparkling beneath blond hair drawn up into a complicated knot at the top of her head. “That’s because Nina told you we were meeting fifteen minutes before the actual time. After all these years, we know you well enough to make allowances for your perpetual tardiness.”

“Smarty.” Leah hopped off her bike and pushed it up the sidewalk beside her friend.

Paige gave her an assessing look. “I’m surprised you didn’t get your skirt caught in your chain. All you need is a wreath of daisies in your hair to look like the original flower child.”

Leah smoothed a lacy peasant blouse over her turquoise gauze skirt. “No one was uptight in the sixties, so I would have fit right in. Anyway, I’m only late because I got sidetracked talking to Sloan about the reunion.”

“He’ll always be Mr. Manning to me.”

“It took me forever to think of him by his first name. Hey, there’s Nina.” She raised a hand as the third member of their intrepid trio since preschool days parked her Mini Cooper in front of Castaways and climbed out.

Nina Hutton’s green eyes brightened with a smile as she waited beside her car. The ends of her short, wispy dark hair lifted in the breeze to flutter around her face. Wearing pencil-thin jeans, paint smudged on one knee, and a shirt the same cherry-red as her car beneath a denim jacket, she still managed to look like a model. Leah had gotten over being jealous of her friend’s stunning looks years ago. Between Nina’s casual elegance and Paige’s petite perfection in a short white skirt and chunky knit sweater, she figured she’d better stop by the restroom to at least comb her hair.

“The gang’s all here.” Nina reached out to give them each a brief hug. “I’ve been holed up in my studio all day painting and could use some human interaction. Let’s go order drinks and catch up.”

Leah lifted the front wheel of her bike into the rack at the edge of the sidewalk and followed the other two women toward the entrance.

Paige glanced back. “Don’t you ever lock that thing up?”

“Nobody’s going to take it since it can’t be worth more than fifty bucks, and there’s not a person in town who wouldn’t recognize it as mine, even if someone did.”

“Good point.” She pushed open the door. “Ooh, it’s nice and warm in here. With the marine layer rolling in, there’s a definite chill in the air.”

Out over the ocean, a fog horn blew, long and mournful. Leah paused on the stoop to savor the cool dampness typical of early evening on the central Oregon coast. After a moment, she followed her friends inside.

“Why don’t you two claim a table while I make myself presentable? With that wind, my hair probably looks like I battled through a typhoon.”

Nina smiled. “Using a comb wouldn’t hurt.”

With a nod, Leah turned right down a short hallway to the ladies’ room. Once inside, she sorted through her bag for a brush. A glance in the mirror made her wince. Her stick-straight, mink-brown hair had looked decent pulled back with a ribbon when she left for work that morning. By lunch, she’d lost the tie, and her mane hung in tangles down her back past her waist. Working out the knots took several minutes, but when she finished, her one concession to vanity shimmered beneath the crappy fluorescent lighting above the sink. Another search through the clutter in her purse turned up a tube of pink lipstick. She stroked on a coat and met her wide, chocolate-brown gaze in the mirror. “Passable.”

After washing hands that had touched God knew how many germs that afternoon, she left the bathroom to wind through an assortment of tables to the one occupied by her friends on the far side of the bar. She plopped down on the empty chair, dropped her bag at her feet with a thump, and took a moment to enjoy the view of waves crashing on the beach below. Offshore, the three huge rocks that gave Siren Cove its name were silhouetted by the setting sun. A sigh slipped out. She loved Paige and Nina dearly, but once in a while it would be nice to face a man across the table instead of her old pals. Not that Brock would have noticed nature’s splendor on the other side of the window since his gaze would have been glued to whatever sporting event was playing on the TV above the bar.

“What’s wrong?”

“Huh?” Leah jerked her attention back to Paige.

“You were making a face like you just bit into a lemon.”

“I was thinking about Brock.”

Nina picked up the appetizer menu. “Why would you want to think about your loser ex-husband?”

“I’ve no idea. Chalk it up to a momentary brain freeze. I’m just thankful he won’t be coming to our little reunion, since his family didn’t move to Oregon until we were in high school.”

“Praise be. I—” Paige broke off as their waitress approached. “Hey, Janice. Did you get your hair cut? It looks cute.”

“Not cut. Colored.” The older woman smiled. “Glad you like it. What can I get for you ladies?”

Nina glanced up. “Margaritas?”

Leah nodded. “After the day I had, you’d better bring us a pitcher.”

“And some nachos.” Nina slid the menu between a vase filled with blue-tinted carnations and the napkin holder. “Please.”

“Coming right up.” Janice tucked the order pad in her apron pocket and hurried away.

Paige leaned back in her chair and studied Leah. “Why was your day so rough?”

“Just a long week, plus the kids are beyond excited to create their own time capsule.” She smiled. “Although they weren’t exactly thrilled when I told them they had to write essays about growing up in the new millennium to put in with their treasures.”

“Way to take a fun project and turn it into a learning opportunity. Spoilsport.”

Leah laughed when Nina made a face at her. “Yeah, I’m a heartless tyrant. But between bouts of sadistic cruelty, I did reserve the upstairs banquet room at the Poseidon Grill for our reunion and set up menu options with the owner, Arnold Dorsey. Since his son was in our class, he cut us a break. The cost will be a flat twenty dollars per person for food. Soft drinks included. Cash bar.”

“That was nice of him.” Paige frowned. “I heard George got divorced a while back and moved home to Siren Cove to work for his dad.”

“Mr. Dorsey mentioned George is living here now, which is why he’ll be able to attend the party.” She turned to glance at Nina. “How are the invitations coming along?”

“I just got them back from the printer.” She paused as Janice returned, carrying a tray of salt-rimmed glasses and a pitcher of icy margaritas.

She poured a round of drinks then set down the pitcher. “Enjoy. I’ll bring your nachos out in a few minutes.”

“Thanks.” Leah took a sip and looked over at Nina. “You were saying . . .”

“The invitations are ready to send just as soon as we have all the addresses.”

Paige straightened. “That would be my cue. Drum roll, please.”

Nina thrummed her fingers on the table.

“With my superior powers of detection, I’ve damn near found an address for every member of our fifth-grade class.” Paige lifted her glass in a toast. “To the internet—a most wondrous creation.”

Leah regarded her friend in awe. “You’re amazing.”

“I know.” Paige set down her drink and pulled a sheet of printed labels out of her purse to hand across the table to Nina. “Here you go.”

“I’ll put the invitations in the mail tomorrow. We have less than a month until the Fall Festival. I hope people will show up on such short notice.”

“I think we’ll get a decent turnout, especially since over a third of us still live in the area.” Leah moved her glass as their waitress returned with a towering plate of nachos. “Yum, I’m starving.” She smiled as Janice stepped back from the table. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Yell if you need anything else.”

As they dug into the appetizer, Paige paused with a chip dripping melted cheese halfway to her mouth and glanced over at Leah. “Did you talk to someone at the school about pulling up the bricks in the outside eating area off the cafeteria?”

“Huh? Why would I do that?”

Her friend frowned. “That’s where we buried the time capsule. They built the patio over it, what, five years later?”

Nina wiped her fingers on a napkin. “I’d completely forgotten you went to see your grandparents that weekend and missed out on all the excitement.”

The confusion in Paige’s eyes deepened. “What are you talking about?”

“Didn’t we tell her about it afterward?” Leah ran her finger over the salt-rimmed glass and glanced at Nina.

“Her grandpa had a stroke. I guess she was a little preoccupied at the time.”

Paige dropped her chip and scowled. “Are you going to tell me what the heck I missed?”

“After the school board approved funding for the new patio, Leah, Ryan, and I decided to rescue our box.” Nina grinned. “We snuck out in the middle of the night like a band of thieves, dug it up, and then reburied it in a safer location.”

“You’re kidding?”

“Nope.” Leah scooped beans onto a chip. “Smart thinking on our part, right?”

“I guess so. Where’s the time capsule now?”

“In the woods off the parking lot at the school.” She took another swallow of her margarita. “Oh, wow, the bartender must have added extra tequila. This drink is making my eyes water.”

“Then it’s a good thing you’re riding your bike and not driving.” Nina set down her glass. “Speaking of Ryan, I wonder if he’ll show up for our reunion now that he’s rich and famous.”

“It’s not like he’s a movie star or a celebrity athlete. So what if he created the latest and greatest social media sensation? Even though Crossroads is undoubtedly making him a fortune, Ryan isn’t the kind of guy who would forget about his old pals who stuck by him when the other kids called him a geek.” Paige glanced over at Leah. “Am I right?”

Leah’s stomach sank along with her mellow mood, and suddenly her margarita tasted like bilge water. Or maybe it was just the lingering aftertaste of failure and regret. “Let’s hope he has better things to do that weekend.”

Nina leaned forward and frowned. “You don’t want to see him?”

“So he can say I told you so?” Leah clenched her fists in her lap. “All those nasty comments he made about Brock when we announced our engagement the summer after college graduation were spot-on. I ran into him down on the beach a few days after Brock gave me an engagement ring, and Ryan told me I was making a huge mistake. Coming face-to-face with Ryan Alexander again will only confirm I’m the biggest loser on the planet.”

“He’s too nice a guy to give you a hard time about your divorce.” Paige reached over to pat her arm. “He only blew up about Brock because you broke his heart our senior year.”

“We were too different to survive as a couple over the long haul.” Leah pressed a hand to the sudden ache in her chest. “I still feel horrible for hurting him, but prolonging the inevitable would have been even worse.”

“Hey, we’re on your side.” Nina’s green eyes held sympathy. “But surely you’ve seen him around town when he comes home to visit his mother?”

“Rarely, and not once since Brock and I split up for good.”

“You dumped that cretin two years ago. Afterward, you did one heck of a job putting your life back together.” Paige gave her arm a shake before releasing her. “Those old insecurities have no place in your world. You can face Ryan and everyone else with your head held high.”

Leah took another swig of her drink. “Damn right.” She nudged the nacho plate farther away, the sight of oozing beans and cheese having lost their attraction. “Enough about me. What have you two been doing?”

Nina shrugged. “Just work.”

Paige nodded. “The same. I’m afraid my social life has been supremely uninteresting lately.”

“God, we’re pathetic.” Leah picked up the pitcher and topped off all three glasses. “Let’s drown our sorrows before we go out and adopt thirty cats each and retreat into our homes, never to be heard from again.”

Paige laughed. “Come on, we aren’t that bad.”

“Anyway, we’ll never be completely alone because we’ll always have each other.” Nina raised her glass. “Am I right?”

“True that.” Paige lifted her drink in response.

Leah gave a solemn nod. “Cheers to best friends.”

Ryan Alexander pulled his Jeep up to the row of three mailboxes at the end of the paved road and leaned out the open window to flip down the door to the one on the far left. Grabbing his mail, he dropped the stack on the empty passenger seat, then swung his vehicle around to bump down the winding dirt track that served as his driveway. After half a mile of jolting through the thick pine forest, he entered the clearing in front of his cabin, set the brake, and sat for a moment to enjoy the view. The Three Sisters rose in majestic splendor to the southwest, white-capped after a cold snap and accompanying storm that had rolled through a few days before. Since moving to Central Oregon, he never tired of the panoramic vista.

Whistling beneath his breath, he scooped up the envelopes, then stepped out of his Jeep and turned to lift the bag of climbing gear off the back seat before he headed up the stone walkway to the house. Entering through the mudroom, he pulled off his boots and placed them on the shoe rack, then took the time to empty the bag and hang the harness and ropes on their respective pegs. He carried his mail into the kitchen and went straight to the sink to pour a glass of water before dropping onto a stool to check his phone for missed calls. One from his mom and another from Ursula. He listened to the first message.

“Ryan, why aren’t you answering? You better not be screening your own mother. Give me a ring when you have a chance.”

A glance at his watch told him he had exactly thirty-seven minutes before he needed to leave to meet Ursula for their date. Plenty of time still to shower and change. He pushed the button to return his mother’s call.

“Ryan, I’m so glad you got back to me.” His mom’s ever cheerful voice filled his ear.

He turned on the speaker and laid the cell on the counter as he sorted through bills and junk mail. “How are you, Mom?”

“Terrific. I’ve been going to that new spin class, which is where I heard about the time-capsule party. Are you coming home for your reunion?”

His brows knit. “What the heck are you talking about?”

“Didn’t you get an invitation?”

He set the power bill to the side as his hand stilled over a plain white envelope stamped with a return address from the Siren Cove Elementary Reunion Committee. “Hold on. It’s in today’s mail.” He lifted the flap, pulled out a square white card with gold print, and scanned the contents. “Interesting.”

“Won’t it be fun to see your old classmates? And there’s the added benefit of getting to spend time with your mother.”

He smiled. “I don’t need an excuse for that, but I was planning to schedule a Crossroads board meeting for the middle of October, which means I’ll be in Portland over that weekend.”

“Can’t you choose a different date?”

“There really isn’t anyone in particular I care about seeing, and I’m dead certain nothing in that time capsule is worth remembering.”

“Oh, come on. You’ll have a blast. When’s the last time you talked to Leah? She and Paige and Nina organized the reunion.”

An indrawn breath couldn’t fill the sudden hollowness in his chest. “It’s been a few years since we bumped into each other.”

“She’s divorced, you know.”

He dropped the invitation on the counter. “I’m aware her marriage to Brock imploded. Not that it matters to me, personally.”

“Well, I hope you’ll at least consider coming to the reunion.”

“Fine, but right now I have to go. I’m meeting a friend for dinner, and I don’t want to be late.”

“A date?” Her tone brightened. “I won’t keep you, then. Have fun this evening.”

“Thanks, Mom. Bye.” He disconnected, then leaned an elbow on the counter as visions of Leah intruded. Her head thrown back and brown eyes soft with humor as she laughed at something silly and totally irrelevant. Holding her hand firmly in his as they strolled down the beach. Her voice choked with tears when she told him they had to break up . . . He let out a sigh. Ancient history.

He lifted the phone and tapped it to listen to Ursula’s message.

“Ryan, I’m running late. A work glitch. I’ll meet you at seven instead of six thirty. Sorry for the short notice.”

At least she’d had the courtesy to call.

He slid off the stool and headed through the main room, then up the stairs to his loft bedroom. Charlie stretched, muscles flexing beneath thick gray fur before he opened golden eyes a slit and let out a ragged purr.

“You know you aren’t supposed to be on my bed.”

The cat’s only response was a sleepy blink.

Ignoring Charlie’s bad behavior, Ryan headed into the bathroom for a quick shower, his mind still on the reunion invitation. After washing off the dirt and sweat from a tricky climb at Smith Rock State Park, he stepped out onto the mat and grabbed a towel off the rack to rub across his chest. A glance in the mirror reassured him he wasn’t still that too-skinny, too-smart boy the kids had teased. He had years of life experience . . . and the battle wounds to prove it. A jagged incision across his forearm from a nasty climbing fall a couple years before. Scar tissue on his side where he’d taken most of the skin off sliding down a rough rock wall. Not to mention the tiny lines at the corners of his eyes from staring at code on a computer screen for hours on end. He’d finally ditched his glasses for contacts after breaking too many pairs to count.

Giving his head a shake, he hung the towel on the rack, then stepped into his closet to pull out a polo shirt and khaki slacks. Five minutes later, he was dressed, had brushed the fur off his bed, fed the cat, and was ready to leave.

A fifteen-minute drive into Sisters brought him to the restaurant a few minutes early. Ryan locked the Jeep with the remote as he crossed the lot to enter the brightly lit foyer. He smiled at the hostess and asked for a table for two. He’d only been seated long enough to scan the wine list when Ursula entered and glanced in his direction. She spoke to the hostess then headed his way.

Standing, he pulled out her chair. “You look terrific this evening.”

Ursula made the most of her assets, wearing sleek, professional clothing that suited her tall, slim build. As usual, she’d confined her unruly red curls in a knot at the back of her head. She commuted daily to her law offices in Bend and only let down her hair—literally and figuratively—on the weekends. Ryan had nothing but respect for her drive and ambition. He’d been the same way not so long ago. Before he got lucky with Crossroads.

“Crazy day at work.” She picked up her menu. “Did you order drinks yet?”

“I haven’t had a chance. Shall we choose a bottle of wine?”

“Sure.”

He let her make the decision, and only gave his menu cursory attention before ordering a steak with a side Caesar salad. She chatted about her current cases, stopping short of revealing confidential information, while they sipped merlot and ate crusty rolls. He nodded and made an occasional comment, but his thoughts bounced between the climb he wanted to tackle over the weekend, the new code for a website app, and the damn time-capsule reunion he had no interest in attending.

After the server delivered their meals, he took a deep sniff and smiled. “Smells good.”

Ursula set down the fork she’d picked up and frowned. “Have. . .